Tonight I turned on the tube and my stomach turned into a deep, hard knot as I saw that Super Koon was the next President. It's one thing to warn people of the coming doom, but another thing entirely to have the reality of it slap you in the face....hard. I saw this news and I sighed deeply at the sheer stupidity of my countrymen. This was their own karma catching up with them for all the decades of allowing evil to have its way with their lives and their children's minds. This is the result...

I didn't yell, or cuss, or make a scene. I just grabbed my remote and deleted every last news station on it. Why bother watching anymore? From this point on it'll all be the same...bad.. All these talking heads will do is give me a play-by-play account of the systematic dismantling of what's left of our freedoms and rights, as they finish handing them over to the muds and the liberals. There's an old but very wise warning that says, "Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.." I've been a small voice crying out in the wilderness, trying to get my people to heed my warning, but only a chosen few have listened. The lion's share, like the fabled lemmings are racing headlong towards the abyss, and nothing it seems, can stop them...

I saw a teen-aged white boy today in the store. He wore a buzz-cut, paisely gangsta pants, a coon-chain wallet, nigger sneakers, and was in there looking for an over-large t-shirt to finish his outfit. For a moment I was pissed. Then the anger melted away and turned to pity and resignation. This poor kid had no parents, no decent white role models and lived in a state and went to a school that are totally dominated by liberal, anti-white thinking. He's the product of his environment. He can no more help himself than a fish can change the salt content of the water it swims in. He's now just another casualty, like all the rest of the lost kids of our race that are left foundering in that toilet called liberalism. He and the rest of his kind would be much better off dead. My country, the country that raised and nurtured me is gone, turned to dust and memory, like ancient Rome or long dead Greece. Gone now.. I, and those like me are relics of a bygone age. And with each passing year our connection to our old world grows weaker, as does our own connection to this world. Our only goal now, our only hope is that we can manage to salvage a remnant. A bright and shining seed of the future, when our race can one day rise again out of the ashes of the inevitable self-destruction that this New Order is doomed to face. For history has taught the wise among us that this type of rule has been tried before many times, and each time it ended in mass death and disaster. This one will be no different. Only this time the price was high...damned high.

Hold tight to your beliefs and values, and teach them to your children carefully. Your race depends on it.

Watching the victory grin on the face of that leering chimp I feel suddenly very tired...

I am turning off the TV, pulling the blinds, and going to bed. Perhaps tomorrow will be a brighter day...